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Silencing Mike	By : montypythonfan2002 Category: Casts RPF > Monty Python Views: 6246 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Silencing Mike

Fandom: Monty Python’s Flying Circus

Pairing: Mike/all

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Hardcore, maybe non-con? Well, not really, but it starts out that way. ^_~

Disclaimer: I’m a looney.

This story takes place during Flying Circus. Maybe during the third season. John is still with the group (as he left the show later on). The story is basically a PWP, but it is about the team extracting revenge on Mike for not closing his trap. I don’t want to give too much away, as I want you to read it for yourself… GET ON WITH IT!

There goes Michael again, yapping and yapping away. He never shuts up. All day long (an even during the night when the team works overtime), he talks and talks. Mostly about his plans for the weekend, his complications, his ideas, his complaints… everything. The rest of the Python group started to get annoyed at him for yapping so much, too much.
After shooting some sketches, the team stopped by the snack table for a five-minute break. While Michael was going to the bathroom, the group gathered closer around to talk amongst themselves. They didn’t want any of the cameramen or extras to hear their conversation, afraid they will snitch on them to Mike.
“What a relief, we don’t have to listen to Mike for the moment,” Terry commented, biting into an orange slice.
“He just yaps away, doesn’t he?” Eric added. “He just wouldn’t shut up.”
“I wonder if he is this talkative when getting fucked in the ass,” Graham wondered as he was pouring the coffee into his mug.
The whole group froze and stared at Gray.
“Are you a fucking looney?!” Eric exclaimed. “Do you know what you just said? I know you are gay, but shit, you didn’t have to be so damn blunt about it.”
“I know what I said, you sot,” Gray answered smugly. “And I’m serious. I wonder if he is this talkative while in bed.”
“Well, we don’t know that now, but we can always figure that out,” John grinned.
Now it was the group’s turn to stare at John.
“What do you mean by that?” Terry G. asked apprehensively.
“Maybe we should try it out and test Gray’s theory,” John explained. “I have a plan...”

One more day of shooting went by with so many more to come. They rehearsed and filmed until night this time, much later than usual in fact. Michael said good-bye to the team and walked out to his car in the studio’s parking lot. It was a ten minute drive back home, and he hoped he could survive through the drive without falling asleep behind the wheel. He got home and immediately went upstairs to the bedroom. Taking a quick shower, he changed into his pajamas and climbed into his bed. It was such a tiring day that he immediately fell asleep, totally unaware at what awaited him during the middle of the night. Was he in for a surprise…

Even during his dreams Michael could sense something wasn’t quite right. He woke up with a strange feeling, for he already could tell that he was not lying in his own bed. This bed was much softer, as he preferred a firmer bed. He slowly opened his eyes and found himself blindfolded. He moved his hand to remove the blindfold to find his hands tied to the head of the bed. He was rendered practically helpless.
He started to panic. Where was he? Why was he tied up like this? He then realized he was naked as well. What the fuck… Someone actually had the audacity to strip him while he was asleep.
He startled when he heard the sound of a door opening and faint footsteps coming in.
“What’s going on?” Mike demanded. “Where am I?”
No answer. Typical of kidnappers. But why did they want him here? He deducted that they must know who he is, or else why would they have taken him?
“Don’t tell me you want some kind of ransom or something,” Michael tried again. “We’re not that rich, you know. We run the show with limited resources and a small budget. We have nothing to give you, so please just –“
Mike gasped as he felt the bed incline a little, indicating the person climbed up onto the bed. Unexpectedly, the figure laid on top of him. Mike started to thrash under the figure, and discovered with horror that the figure was also naked.
“W-what are you doing?” Mike demanded, fear evident in his voice.
The man said nothing. Instead, he reached down and grasped his captive’s limp cock and started stroking it. Michael gasped, his whole body bucking with shock. He hadn’t expected this, and he felt his body slowly betraying him. He didn’t want this, but his body did.
When Michael was fully erect, the man leaned down and licked Michael’s left nipple. Mike’s back arched, pleasure waving through him. The man closed his lips around Michael’s nipple and started to suck.
“Oh, God!” Michael gasped, writhing on the bed with excitement and confusion.
The man stopped and then moved on to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the other. Michael tried to block off the pleasurable sensations going through him without avail.
“Who are you? Why are you doing this? I’m not gay, you know. I’m a straight guy, I’m not interested in this kind of thing. Can you at least remove my blindfold?” he started rambling.
The man stopped and moved down Michael’s body. He grasped Michael’s legs and pushed them up and apart. Holding them in the air, he bent down and softly licked Michael’s tiny hole.
Michael’s back powerfully arched and yelled out something incomprehensible. Oh, God, he didn’t expect that, and he was fearful of what the man was going to do next with his hole. The man continued to lick and suck at the small, tight hole. He stuck his tongue out and worked it into Michael’s hole, penetrating it through the tight sphincter, past the ring, and soon, he was inside.
Michael gritted his teeth and tossed his head from side to side, his breath erratic, the sensations overwhelming him. He was being raped and he enjoyed it, yet he feared what will happen next.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God...” Michael whimpered.
The man then straightened up and positioned his hard cock at Michael’s hole, holding his legs up by his ankles. Michael shivered as he felt the tip of the man’s rock-hard cock at his hole, now knowing what was going to happen next.
The man slowly started to push through Michael’s tight ring, inch by inch. He pushed until the head of his cock was in and paused, allowing Michael to adjust to the feeling. He then pushed further, until he was fully sheathed in the writhing form beneath him.
Michael gasped as his muscles gave way to let the man’s huge cock in. He never experienced what it felt like to be filled, and this was a totally new feeling for him. He had expected to feel some pain, as he knew women bled when being taken for the first time. But he had felt only a slight tinge, and he figured being eaten out loosened him a bit.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” Michael gasped.
His captor started thrusting hard, his cock plummeting into Michael. Michael screamed as the man’s cock directly hit his prostate again and again. Pleasure soared through him, and he thrashed and writhed on the bed from it. He knew this was wrong, but he could not help but enjoy – oh God, he was going to come...
Michael tossed his head back and screamed as he came, his cum spurting onto his and his captor’s stomachs. His internal muscles violently squeezed the man’s cock when he came, and he gasped as he came as well, filling Michael’s hole spurt after spurt.
With his climax over, the man stayed in Michael for a couple of seconds longer before slowly pulling out. Michael breathed hard from exhaustion, his slightly long hair and bangs sticking to his sweaty face.
“Damn, you’re so talkative even in bed,” the man whispered to him.
Michael felt the man move back and get off the bed. He heard the man leaving the room but heard another pair of feet come in. He felt the bed incline again as another man climbed up onto the bed. This man was not as tall and heavy as the first one; Michael could tell from how deep the bed inclined.
“Oh God, not again,” Michael said. “Who are you? Are you going to do as the other man did as well? Please, give me more time. I need more time to recover...”
But the man did not listen. He grasped Michael’s legs and pulled them up onto his shoulders. He grasped his own cock and started to jerk himself off. When his cock was rock hard, he positioned it at Michael’s already fucked hole and rammed in. Michael screamed at the assault. The man started pounding into him, horny and excited. Michael moaned then screamed as the man hit his prostate, pleasure soaring through him once again. Michael’s cock immediately jumped back to life.
The man saw Michael’s erection and started stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts. Michael threw his head back, his mouth open in silent screams, and he came hard. When his cum hit the man in the stomach, he then came as well, filling Michael’s hole with more cum.
The man sighed as he pulled out, satisfied. Michael let out a long breath that he held during the man’s orgasm. His ass was a little sore and his cock hurt from coming twice in a row. He definitely wasn’t in good fucking shape as he was when he was a teen. He certainly was no virgin with the girls. But now he was no virgin with either gender.
The man leaned forward until his face was near Michael’s ear and whispered, “Slut.” He then got off the bed and went out while another man came in. Michael’s ears rang with the word “slut,” his mind repeating that word over and over again in his mind. He was a slut. Naked on the bed, being fucked twice now, he was a typical whore, and he liked it.
This man was about the same height, but a little heavier. He climbed onto the bed and started caressing Michael’s body. Michael bit his lip from crying out; he did not want to give them the satisfaction that he enjoyed it.
Without warning, the third assailant bent down and took Michael’s shaft fully into his mouth. Michael’s eyes bulged from behind the blindfold and he gasped. The man swirled his tongue around the tip of Michael’s penis, inserting his tongue into the small slit randomly. Michael whimpered, his cock starting to harden. The man then moved his mouth up and down the hardening cock, going deeper and deeper down with each movement. When his nose pressed against Michael’s crotch, he started sucking.
“AAAAAAHHH!” his captive screamed.
The man then pulled back, leaving Michael’s hard cock unattended and cold.
“Oh God! Please! Please let me cum, please!!” Michael begged. He cursed himself for being so damn weak, but that didn’t matter now. All he wanted was release.
The man smiled, even though Michael could not see it, and he bent Michael’s legs at the knees, pressing them against his captive’s chest, and stuck his nose into Michael’s cleft. He darted his tongue out and pressed against Michael’s hole. He slowly stretched Michael’s asshole, and some drops of cum leaked out. The man quickly lapped the drops up, then stuck his whole tongue in, tongue fucking him.
“AAAAHH!” Michael yelled.
His assailant swirled his tongue all around inside Michael, and he sucked at his hole, feasting on the cum inside of him.
“Please...” Michael begged. “Please let me cum. Please, please, please!!”
After feasting a minute on the cum deposited in Michael, the man moved back up and took Michael’s cock back into his mouth, sucking hard and mauling Michael’s balls.
“Ohhh, GOOOOODD!!!” Michael screamed as he came into the man’s mouth, and his captor swallowed every drop. When Michael’s climax subsided, the man moved back up and kissed Michael, allowing Michael to taste his own cum. The then pulled away and got off the bed.
More footsteps and another man coming into the room. This man was a little taller than the previous two, but not as tall as the first one. Oh God, a fourth man. Please let it end, please. But did he want it to end? Deep in his heart, he excitedly anticipated what would happen.
The man climbed on top of the bed and immediately started kissing Michael. Michael groaned, his tongue being sucked into the other man’s mouth. His assailant pulled back and licked his way down Michael, down his chest, down his stomach, and down to his crotch. He licked past Michael’s penis and started licking his perineum. Michael jolted; he had never been touched like that before, and he never knew that this would be such a sensitive spot.
The man continued to move down and reached his balls. He took one of his balls into his mouth while he grasped the other ball and lightly squeezing. He sucked on the ball in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the whole area.
“Uunnggh,” Michael moaned. His head tossed from side to side, the pleasure so great. His penis stiffened, and he was on the verge of coming again. But it was not quite enough.
His assailant then stopped and moved back up. He rolled Michael over onto his stomach and started to press his cock into Michael’s already stretched hole.
“Uuggh, ugh,” Michael moaned, the large penis stretching and filling him even further.
Finally, his whole cock was in Michael, and he started to thrust.
“Oh God, oh God,” Michael rambled. When that cock hit his prostate, he screamed. “Oh God, yes! Please, fuck me. Fuck me harder! Please!”
The man rammed into him faster and harder, pummeling his hips against Michael’s, almost throwing Mike into the head of the bed. The man stiffened, and Michael could feel warmth gush into him, adding to the semen already there. He then shot out his own come into the sheets of the bed.
Exhausted, the fourth man collapsed onto the bed next to him. Michael laid there stunned for a moment, then slowly turned onto his back. The man laid close beside him, and Michael could smell his scent. Wait a minute. He knew that scent. He had smelled it on someone before. But he was so exhausted and overwhelmed that he could not think at that moment and could not place that scent.
His assailant then got up and left the bedroom, only to have a fifth man come in.
Immediately, the man grasped his cock. This man’s fingers were long, longer than Michael could ever imagine on someone. The man slowly stroked Mike’s cock back to life. Michael whimpered, thrusting his hips up for more friction. The man leaned down and kissed his captive, his tongue pushing past his lips and playing with Michael’s tongue. Michael moaned into his mouth, the kissing alone turning him on.
The man pulled back and grasped Michael’s thighs, pulling them apart.
“I can’t wait to fuck you,” the man whispered. Michael knew that voice; but somehow he couldn’t quite place it. But he did not care for that now. All he cared was for the man’s thick cock to fill his ass.
“Oh God,” Michael groaned, horny as ever. “Yes. Fuck me. Do it. Make me cum. Fuck me hard.”
Before he knew it, the man was inside him.
“Ugh,” Michael grunted.
The man thrust slowly, then picked up the pace, soon, pounding into Michael’s ass. Michael cried out as that little button inside him was invited back out to play. He wildly bucked under the man, causing the man to get even hornier.
After five minutes of fucking, the man cried out and came, spilling his seed into Michael. Michael soon followed, coming onto his chest and stomach.
That was when he passed out from the intenseness of it.

Michael opened his eyes to find himself back in his room, in his pajamas. He looked out the window and saw that it was morning. He glanced at the clock, which read 7:15. Shit! He was going to be late for rehearsal. He jumped out of bed, then collapsed back on it as the soreness of his backside took him by surprise. He regrouped for a second, then jumped back up and quickly got dressed.
As he was driving, he was in deep thought. Was it all a dream? Was the most intense sex that he ever experienced a dream? His ass was sore, but Michael just thought that it was psychological. He must have fallen asleep, dreamt about sex, then woken up back in his own bed. It had to be a dream. But then why was his ass still sore?
He pulled into the parking lot and hurried in to the studio where the rest of the five Pythons were waiting for him.
“About time you got here,” John commented. “Oversleep?”
Michael just nodded.
He had not said a word except for his lines the whole day. The whole group noticed the change in him, but they were slightly relieved that he was not yapping away as usual. The day ended with filming the last sketch of their episode. With a bit of editing and final touches, the episode would be done.
“You okay, Mike?” Eric asked as they were cleaning the set and putting the props back in the closet.
“Huh?” Michael jolted out of his thoughts. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Really.”
Michael shoved the last of the costume back into the closet and went back to the stage. He grabbed his keys on the table and muttered good-bye to the Python group. As he walked towards the door, he passed by Terry G., who was coming in.
“Slut.”
Michael froze and spun around. Terry was hurriedly walking towards the group, who were all lined up watching them. Michael stared after him, then to the rest of his friends. Did he hear that right? Slut? It then donned on him.
“Oh, God.”

END

Thank you, thank you. No applause, please. Well, that’s my second fanfic posted here on aff.net. I actually wrote this a really long time ago, but I forgot about this fic until I was cleaning up my floppy disks. I found this and decided to edit it and then publish it.

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